Growing Pains

Date: 5/5/2020

3:24AM I woke up naturally from this dream, or perhaps because the room was too hot and I needed a drink. I almost didn’t record this, which shows how yet again how easy it is to lose dreams. I think it was back in school, as usual. It centred around a film being made with other pupils. I was acting out a scene where I get killed: impaled on a wall. I was a villain and though so it was fine. After, I was talking to a girl, who I fancied, who was an actor in the film too. She looked like BT or J’s pal Z; tall and skinny. We talked about how we hate the sensation of being killed in a dream, that feels like going up and over hill in a car, or being tickled against your will: your heart jumps and it’s so hard to bare. We walk towards the top stair well of st matts’s, near my old Geography teacher’s classroom, through a stream of pupils, and I feel the same emotions you would get going with someone new in school at that age: excited and terrified. And yet I also felt my real age: music older. I felt really close to this person and may have kissed her goodbye.